If Dreams Were Trees

and trees were our enemies

we would be indoor people.

We would be hugging ourselves

trying not to mention

limbs or trunks

or anything

reminding us of trees.

When leaves fell in our hair

it would feel like

a little taunt.

The wind rustling dry leaves

would remind us

tree parts are dangerous

and on the loose.

Burning wood

would be more

than warmth and romance.

It would feel like victory

over the enemy.

We would sing, chant

and dance in celebration

and try to remember

to take our anti-psychotics.